The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

"the most important is..."

Mr. Bai pointed to the work on Wang Haiqiang's waist - the police pistol and said.

"Ten steps away, he is fast."

"Within ten steps?"

"He's quick and accurate."

Chapter 54 Immortal Means

"Can he hurt those weird things?" Wang Haiqiang looked at the pistol on his waist in astonishment. "You are the police. In the old saying, you have the blessing of the dynasty's luck, and you are the eagle dogs of the dynasty. Now China's luck is extremely prosperous. Ordinary ghosts and monsters will get hurt even if they look at you, let alone your weapons. Don’t be afraid when you encounter demons and ghosts that harm people, they will surely die if they shoot at you.”

The strong Mr. Bai withdrew his hand and said.

"In short, we will report your information internally. If you agree, we will 'draft' an external report for you. Of course, it is not a problem if you insist on reporting the report in this way, but this report is doomed. It won’t see the light of day, you might as well claim the credit and just follow the usual report.”

With that said, Mr. Bai stood up and wanted to leave. The choice had been given to Wang Haiqiang.

And Wang Haiqiang took a deep breath and said.

"Mr. Bai, I understand..."

Wang Haiqiang is not a stubborn person. After all, everyone in the capital has said so, so he has no choice but to follow suit.

"Officer Wang, just let it go if you want." Mr. Bai said with a slight smile.

At this time, Wang Haiqiang couldn't help asking again.

"That Mr. Bai, even if some supernatural events happen occasionally, how will those supernatural events be resolved?"

Mr. Bai touched his chin and said.

"For so many years, not all the strange cultivation methods that have been passed down have been lost. Some Taoist temples, temples, wandering heresy methods, these people will also subdue some demons and ghosts among the people. Their existence can completely make up for the supernatural events and balance in the world. .”

"The order is thus maintained. The world of demons and ghosts and the world of us mortals exist in parallel, like two ends of a mirror. Most of us live on this side of the mirror, and they are on the other side of the mirror. Maybe they will never meet in this life." , this time you encountered a grieving ghost, which is an extremely rare incident."

"In the future, you will do what you want, how you should live, and how you will live. There is a high probability that your daily life will not change at all." Mr. Bai comforted with a smile.

But at this time, Wang Haiqiang showed a thoughtful flickering expression.

Mr. Bai suddenly approached Wang Haiqiang and said.

"Officer Wang, don't you have something to report?"

Wang Haiqiang was taken aback by Mr. Bai's approach.

At this time, Wang Haiqiang suddenly remembered that in addition to meeting the grieving ghost, he also met a white-clothed Taoist.

The three-eyed Taoist in white clothes, the Taoist who rides the wind and rides the tiger, that person who is like a fairy coming out of the world.

That was also what he encountered, and the mysterious and miraculous place is beyond words.

Afterwards, Wang Haiqiang shook his head and said.

"Nothing."

"Hmm... But since you already know the world behind the mirror, it will allow you to see what is truly miraculous."

Mr. Bai said with a smile.

Wang Haiqiang thought about being idle, but also being idle.

......

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Mr. Bai received a phone call.

"Obsession, pain, innocent ghosts, created grudges. Other than that, there is nothing else, it has already dissipated naturally."

"Ghosts with resentment will dissipate naturally after venting their emotions, and the object of their resentment is naturally the person who killed them. In a sense, they have skipped the trial of the law It will save you trouble." Mr. Bai explained to Wang Haiqiang leisurely.

"It feels a bit like a natural phenomenon."

Wang Haiqiang touched his chin and said.

Just like the natural phenomenon of violent wind and rain, like water without roots, when the catharsis is over, it will disperse.

"Yes, just like a natural phenomenon, your understanding is very good."

"Is there... is it not like Rootless Water?"

Wang Haiqiang thought of the three-eyed Taoist again.

His existence like that should not be like rootless water.

"Oh, are you talking about those cultivators among the people?"

Mr. Bai rubbed his chin and said: "You Bocheng seems to have a very powerful monk, a monk from Hanshan Temple, Master Kongwen... Oh, it's getting too far, the methods of practitioners, I'll let you know later experience."

"Oh."

Wang Haiqiang felt a little bit of anticipation.

Can you see someone like Taoist Master Taixu Guanming, or can you say you have seen the supernatural power of the person 'over there'?

Soon, Mr. Bai led Wang Haiqiang to a cheap [-]-day chain hotel, which was the room Mr. Bai used for business trips.

Wang Haiqiang had an illusion that a big man with his temperament and status actually lived in such a cheap hotel.

On the coffee table in the room, there are cheap tea and cheap sugar.

"It's actually a hotel chain." Wang Haiqiang subconsciously felt that such a 'big shot' should stay in a five-star hotel when he travels on business.

Mr. Bai just smiled and said: "Traveling at public expense, the money belongs to the state. For me, it's enough for me."

Afterwards, Mr. Bai continued to laugh.

"Isn't it to let you see the methods of cultivators..."

As he spoke, Mr. Bai snapped his fingers, and suddenly something jumped out of the bed.

Wang Haiqiang was taken aback.

Impressively, I can see a few bouncing yellow paper figurines...

"This this..."

The paper figurines seemed to be conscious, circling around Mr. Bai, and Mr. Bai stretched out his fingers to caress these paper figurines.

Mr. Bai smiled slightly.

"This is a real old master with profound Taoism. It took 81 days of retreat to refine such a paper figurine. These paper figurines can detect spiritual energy and hostile energy... Drug dogs understand."

"This is the trick of the gods." Wang Haiqiang murmured looking at these bouncing paper figurines, they were just like living beings.

"Yeah, this is already quite close to the means of a fairy."

"Is this just close?!"

"The real fairy method is not refined in 81 days, but it can be refined within a day, and even the pen and ink can become a spirit. That is the real fairy method." Mr. Bai paused and said: " Of course, this only exists in legends..."

"After all, where are the gods in this world..."

......

"Giggle!!!!"

wow-

Li Wei swiped his brush, and the clear and crisp sound resounded through the entire Taoist temple.

"It's done!"

A black chicken jumped out of the painting, shook its head, and a little bit of flying ink flew out.

The body is like a thread of ink, like a chicken, and the small head is bouncing and bouncing, as if looking for the underground rice grains!

Chapter 55 Ink Painting Becomes Spirit

Looking at the Mo hen in the backyard, Li Wei was satisfied.The life transformed by the ink is vivid, and it is going around beside the thriving ink bamboo!

"That's good, that's good. One mouthful of immortal air transforms an immortal chicken, hehehe, I don't know if she can lay eggs, and whether the eggs she lays can be eaten."

Although Li Wei's calligraphy and painting skills are still a bit biased, he can still draw a decent chicken pecking rice.

However, the remaining sip of fairy energy is gone again-although he will recover just like the blue bar.

This also caused Li Wei to use up a mouthful of fairy energy, because it was really... so much fun.

The ink painting on Daomen Mountain becomes a spirit.

These days, Li Wei was practicing leisurely on the mountain, cultivating his body and mind. Even when he knew that there were other practitioners in this world, it did not disturb Li Wei's daily life.

If there are other cultivators, there will be other cultivators. This is not a big deal.

In other words, it was something that Li Wei expected. After all, there are ghosts in this world, and it is not a big deal to have other practitioners.

"However, the number of practitioners should not be many, and they are not the mainstream. Otherwise, we would not be inaccessible from childhood to adulthood."

Li Wei muttered, and fed the brown rice grains to the Mo hen.

The black hen was quite interested in the rice grains, and pecked them into its stomach one by one.

However, at this time, the black chicken pecked at the rice grains, and the rice grains entered its stomach. Since its body was made up of pen and ink, it could still see the rice grains swirling in its stomach, which was quite cute.

"Cluck!~~"

The little ink chicken was also very grateful for the millet grains that Li Wei fed, and was still rubbing against Li Wei's side.

"Be good, go play by yourself."

Li Wei drove away Moji with a wave of his hand, and put her in the yard to play by himself.

At this time, Li Wei also discovered that the ink chicken did not exist for a long time, and the place where she rested was also very interesting. When he was tired of playing, he ran back to the paper.

This black chicken wanted to run to compete with Mo Zhu for a seat, but was shot by Mo Zhu, looking pitiful...

Of course, Li Wei also thought it was very cute.

But Li Wei went back to the bathroom and saw the handsome boy in the mirror. When his face was expressionless, his natural temperament was picturesque.

"handsome."

At this time, Li Wei messed up his hair very smugly.

Name: Li Wei (Mingche)

Cultivation level: Earth Immortal (five virtues are incomplete, merits are not displayed)

Merit: 77/1000

Incense wish power: 5

Supernatural powers: Tianyantong (seeing the truth, frightening the soul), Shenzutong (unopened), other minds (unopened), destiny (can see disasters and catastrophes), Leujintong (unopened), Tianeartong (can not be opened) Listen to Fangyuan), write like a god

If you write with spirit: Sprinkle splashing ink, take a sip of fairy spirit, you can summon mysterious spirits.

Taoism: Yuanshen out of body

The power of incense is not much, but the power of merit is much more.

...

The aura of the fairy mountain, under the submerged fog, Taixuguan is extraordinarily quiet besides the fireworks in this world of mortals.

Li Wei also lived a quiet life on the mountain, but unfortunately, there was not enough money in his wallet...

Yes, not enough money.

There is a little bit of incense and spirits, and occasionally climbers come up, but they are all like that. If you ask for some water, you will give three or two cents to the merit box at most. It can’t be said for Li Wei’s improvement of life. There is no help, it can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

Wells can be drilled for water, but electricity bills are always required...

Living in the world always requires fireworks, and worrying about life is also a part of life.

Li Wei was worrying about whether the Taoist priest should go down the mountain again and go to make some money to make money. He is now considered a Daoist man, and the charge of five hundred for a fortune-telling is not too much.

"Wang Wang!"

At this moment, a dog barked.